I was having lunch with one of my best friends, Chris, when he said this:
“You know, sometimes when you’re talking to me, I wonder if you’re high.”
At first, I just stared at him and kind of chuckled. Then I thought about it. Here I am stuffing my face and guffawing like an idiot. Yup, classic stoner move.
Upon further reflection, I realized that a lot of my behavior mirrors that of a pothead. I can’t tell a simple story, anecdote, or joke without bursting into laughter. I just can’t do it. Everything is funny to me. I realize that the people I tell jokes to hardly ever get the punchlines because I’m usually laughing to hard. I talk to myself. I often go on a tangent before asking, “Wait. What were we talking about?” I burst into song randomly. I tell really short stories that have no point. I change the subject without warning or segue. I quote lines from movies and shows that most people are not familiar with.
I am a little eccentric, and very weird, and kind of goofy, but I’m not high.
Those days are behind me … unless Texas decides to legalize it. 😉